[ pavlov's dog ]
i have waited and tried to think it through; but the more i do
the more it fails to make a bit of sense. ive discussed it with my closest friends.
my peer's, my advisor's, my confident's. but this was born of my own mind.
that twisted thing behind my eyes...running hot on Overdrive since way, way back in '85.
i was born an old man, an 'old soul' or whatever. throw in an over-active imagination, severe mental-health-deficencies, and a hunger to
KNOW IT ALL!!!
stir and let simmer for 10 or more -odd years. an old-soul-basket-case
who never sleeps because, when alone, he has to dream and dreaming can be some scary shit. let the subconscience of this burgeoning mad-man loose?
Fuck That and Fuck You too!
if im going to sleep its going to be with chemical assistance, thankyouverymuch!
a self-inflicted semi-comatose vegative state to kill the dreams that my brain likes to make. left to stand in the clear with these burning questions and the answers far from view.